“Ode to Dusty”

a poem by my good friend Aidy Ringer

The winter through is tough to make
The moneys tight, we’ve thirsts to slake.

The numbers never do add up
Leaving us with half filled cups
Pockets empty wallets bereft
A pile of coppers is all that’s left

A superhero thankfully floats
A saviour to those in boats
Brings all in need coal and gas
He’s up and down, a dusty flash.

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